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Monday, April 23, 2018

WHEN YOU'RE AT THE TOP, YOU'RE AT THE BOTTOM; WHERE YOU STUMBLE AND FALL,THERE YOU WILL FIND GOLD

WALT WHITMAN

_________________I was going to do a course called: RELIGION AND IMAGINATIVE LITERATUREup at the campus at Nipissing University, but I didn't advertise enough and I gotonly eight people who signed up, and four of them were nuns. The course was to be held in honour of Father Belyea, who gave a course by the same name at St. Michael's College, University of Toronto...oh, I'd say about thirty years ago.I was going to take the class up into the bush and show them the need for the primitive gods.Since then I've been all over the place and everywhere I went I visited a shrine. I saw a place on Easter Island that no one has ever talked about. I spent hours outside the Bat Cave in Bali, where hundreds of thousands of bats come and go. I saw them burn bodies on the steps above the holy Ganges River at Varanasi, oldest living city on earth. I also was shown the Temple of Love,but that is another story for another time, if we have another time.I can hear the editors' voices in my head shouting, "Get on topic!"O.K., I'm back. I have to say: "THE HOLIEST SHRINE OF ALL IS THE HUMAN HEART/MIND." And Walt would agree. Waldo Emerson said: "There is ONE MIND in commonto all individual men." Carl Jung's work supports this fact. But let's not forget Walt Whitman. He's one of the few natural seers we've had in the West.Walt says:"There was never more inception than there is now,Nor any more youth or age than there is now;And will never be any more perfection than there is now,Nor any more heaven of hell than there is now."( Song of Myself)

Then he adds "I AND THIS MYSTERY HERE WE STAND." (Capitals mine)What Walt is getting at throughout the waves and rhythms of his workis exactly the same truth the early Christians meditated in order to see.

The problem is, as the Zen Buddhists very well know, it is impossible to describe the truth. How do you put a vision of God and his Son, unified in one into words, or a vision of the eternal Christ?How do you describe the MOMENT of REALIZATION, the implosion of all things into darkness...into which eventually shines the Light? The answer is: you don't.

All this writing is but the "finger pointing at the moon." It is not the moon itself. Only after searching and taking rationality to its dead end; then you stop and let a higher faculty take over,and there is silence everywhere, and then you focus on a saying: "In the beginning was the Word."This is a good saying, because there's no way you can understand it intellectually. Let the silence reign, and FOCUS.

Walt says: "Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born?I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-washed babe....and am not contained between my hat and boots "

Later he says: "Who need be afraid of the merge", and addslater still: "....I come again and again."

From "the Sophia of Jesus Christ": "The Saviour"..."He is eternal, having no birth; for everyonewho has birth will perish. He is unbegotten, having no beginning; for everyone who has a beginning has an end."

"The beginningless first Father who beholds himself within(as with) a mirror. He was revealed, resemblinghimself."

The Zen Buddhists speak of cleaning the mirror of the mind. Through meditation you come to a place where your soul is mirrored by the soul of the Father. It is a holy place. If I understand correctly this is the place the early Christians call, "the Bridal Chamber." It is also said to be mirrored.

Of course, the mirror does not exist; it's just a metaphor for something that cannot be expressed

About Me

As years go by, there are more and more things I find not to do. Silence is essential, and loud music from time to time.Born in North Bay, Ontario, I grew up in Jamaica, West Indies, in the Parish of St. Ann. Now back up north, spend time in hut on cliff top, paddling a light canoe, when available

I'm going to do some singing on stage again, name - John Rock and the Angels put out a CD called, "It;s So Serious!" Have to re-master. Now doing CD "Wild Kingdom - A Johnny Rock Retrospective" (double disc)I'm learning how to digitize hundreds of live performance tapes.

My primary concern at the moment isincluding videos for my, "Songs That Cook" feature. And sprucing up recordings from my stage performances, so I can list musicians playing on each track, some of whom have died or gone crazy. Working with various John Rock bands can be mad fun and stressful.Hell, life is stressful. Being an animal in the forest is stressful. Singing and playing rhythms on stage with a group of talented people, that's a joy. When the music becomes one with the audience, that's an even greater joy - that's damn close to heaven on earth.I'm working with over ten diffferent manuscripts - parts of some of them are on amazon.com/kindle and ebooks. These books tend to be serials with chapters being added as I write them.I write erotic and fetish literature as Walker Ballantine (none published so far but coming soon)...Wait! "Stories From The Female Orgasm Clinic" is a Tumblr blog.I write spiritual and realization (foundation experience) tracts - some are published on amazon.comunder the title, "Most Ancient Gospel Found Anew, The Second Coming of Christ; I think some people think I'm a freak because I have had experiences that convinced me that the One Who Is Creating Us is conscious.I write "WAIT-A-BIT! Tales of Isolation and Panic. Moonshine Sketches of a Pickled Town" These are stories about the north that I find funny.There's nothing funnier than seeing a mankicking something in the throes of a tantrum... or the moment he realizes he's screwed because he's landed in the middle of the wilderness -nowhere -and he can't get out and he's hearing tales of animal attacks. And I write plenty more, for example, myBlogger blogs. One of my favourites is "The Whip and the Cross" which speaks of the split between the spirit and the flesh in the human psyche.O.K. Now I'm starting to bore myselfand I'm probably boring you also. So for now,enough is enough!